"So, there is a curse? That's interesting." "You know nothing of hell." "That's VERY interesting."
For Halloween today I dressed up as Steve Bartman. It's still making me laugh, and I took off the Cubs hat and headphones an hour ago.
"You're wearing your anatomy out for charity. Nobody else does this much for charity."
So I went to the 15th anniversary dinner tonight for
Enterprise Mentors International as my parents are heavily involved with the group and the dinner and pretty much all of that stuff. Met some "important" people (my Church VIP Count is now 13 of 15, I believe), saw my grandparents, had my aunts tell me I look good (hooray for weight loss), supported a really really good cause, and did my mother a relatively large favor (in relation to her commitments; it was pretty minor for me) that resulted in getting to know a lovely woman a little better.
Between all of that and the fact that I had an excuse to wear pearls (yay!), it was a good night.
"Here, it's a candy cane. But don't stick it up your nose, it burns like hell."
So today on my drive home from work, I was stopped at the light at the 20th E exit ramp off of I- 215. In the car behind me was a couple in their mid 60s, with the woman driving and the man sitting in the passenger seat talking to her. I watched them a bit in my rearview mirror until, in the midst of the conversation, the man picked his nose and ate it (!) while the woman who was seemingly his wife gave absolutely no reaction whatsoever.
I, understandably, had a reaction.
Question: "What choir are you in?" Answer: "I'm European."
So I'm doing this choir thing for my church as part of a celebration/commemoration of sorts, and had a brief conversation with a girl sitting a seat away from me (GSASAFM). She was one of those girls who insists that she can sing first soprano down to tenor, depending on what you need, but she'd of course *prefer* first sop (more glory there, of course), when in reality she's struggling to hit a high E and tone-deaf enough that she should be stuck on the most uniform alto part possible (the boring one that never leaves middle C).
Anyway, so during a sectional, the altos were running a part while the rest of us waited, and a couple of girls were whispering quietly about something, and GSASAFM says "we'd be killed if we ever did that in choir!" Trying to look past her condescending nature and trying to be interested in what she had to say (occasionally I attempt to get outside of my snobbishness), I asked the question you'll find above, thinking that perhaps she was in one of the university choirs and I was hearing someone else suck it up. Her response (said in a conspiratorial tone with a touch of Great-Aunt Marge telling you at your cousin's wedding that people get married later in life all the time)? "I'm European."
And in case anyone was curious, my identification of one of the pockets o' suck was spot on.
"Not just running! Something that needs endurance! Something that needs stamina! Like, long-distance running! Cross-country running!"
How many marathons must one run to legitimately have a "I'd Rather Be Running A Marathon" license plate holder? Because whatever that number is, I suspect it's significantly more than the number of marathons run by the Fatty McChubbs driving a gas-guzzling SUV who cut me off while pulling out of a McDonald's drive-thru.
"Isn't it funny how you used to be in the nut house and now I'm in jail?"
Due to a fun (no, really, it was fun) overheard conversation here at work, I've decided that should I ever be forced to spend extended amounts of time in prison, I think I'd like to earn the nickname of "Chain Gang Sue." It has a certain ring...
"Ah. The searing kiss of hot lead; how I missed you. I mean, I think I'm dying."
Today is the sixth anniversary of The Day I Was Turned Into Phantom Of The Opera. I believe I'm finally rid of all the scars, even the one on my right eyelid that lingered significantly longer than the rest. That's swell.
"You try to give away a keeper, or keep me 'cause you know you're just scared to lose..."
So Flame Shoes Kid (if you don't like it, FSK, come up with something you like that I can actually use) just stopped by my desk, and apparently, my radiance wasn't due to the lighting, as I'm apparently radiating today, and indoors too.
Also, I just heard Lisa Loeb's "
Stay" on the good ol'
Launchcast, which had the ill-fated honor of being "our song" for my 9th grade boyfriend and me.
Shocking that our relationship lasted only 3 days (from Friday on the phone, to Monday after school, again on the phone, and I only saw him on that Monday), truly shocking. I must say, though, I still dig the song.
"Wait a minute. He gets eye beams, but I can't get x-ray vision?"
This morning while I was doing Crunches From Hell, my trainer called me "killer," in a "keep it up, killer!" sort of context. It's hard to do Crunches From Hell when you're laughing.
"Well if Axl Rose was driving down the highway, and saw Rex Manning stranded on the side of the road, do you think Axl Rose would stop and help him?"
Had a great day today. It was Sweet DW's (she's been a friend since birth, pretty much,
and she's one of the girls who lives upstairs from me) birthday, so a bunch of us had a breakfast party, then just Sweet DW and I went to SLC in search of great CDs, used books, and kitschy wallpaper. We found it all, although I bought more than I had planned (six CDs: Sonic Youth, Kings of Convenience, Feist, ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead, Nick Drake, and The Eels, plus another Sonic Youth album I've been looking for that's now on order; two magnets to the
left and the
right; one vintage cookbook: "Quiches and Souffles" by nitty gritty cookbooks). Plus, we ended up doing dinner, which is always fun. To top it off, BYU beat Colorado State, and that was nice.
If only I could have looked radiant while doing it all...
"'People'? I ain't 'people.' I am a - 'a shimmering, glowing star in the cinema firmament.'"
Today after work, Flaming Shoes Kid told me that I was looking "radiant." We decided that's most likely due to the fact that we were outside and thus in natural light, whereas he normally sees me at my desk, and thus in fluorescent light. What I want to figure out now is how to look "radiant" all the time, if it wasn't completely due to the difference in lighting. But hey, at least I was radiant today.
"I see you shiver with antici... pation."
So I had my second session with my personal trainer this morning, and... yeah. SORE. Monday we had my assessment, and apparently I have weak glutes, hips, and abs, but I have very good posture. The sad thing is that the assessment made me more sore than I've experienced in forever; I think that's because I didn't stretch when I was all done. At least, that's what I'm blaming it on.
This morning, he stretched me out a bit and then had me do a thorough lower-body workout. It was good, and I'm really enjoying the working out, and all that jazz, but I'm in so much pain. I feel like I'm walking like I'm fifteen months pregnant. I'm really hoping this gets better, and if it doesn't, I'd better see some incredible results.
I need a massage.
"When you believe in things that you don’t understand, then you suffer..."
As I am tied to my computer at work, and one can only listen to the same sort-of-work-appropriate CDs so many times, so, I started listening to
Yahoo's Launchcast Radio. I've thoroughly enjoyed the mix I get of Flogging Molly and Ella Fitzgerald and Metallica and Simon and Garfunkel and The Spinners and The Clash and Polyphonic Spree and 311 and Sonic Youth and Ani Difranco and whatever else comes up according to my preferences.
One of the best parts of listening to it, other than the specialized stations ("Funk" is one of my favorites, as is "Cool As Folk,"), is the random songs to which I get introduced (or re-introduced). My favorite to fall into this category thus far would be Stevie Wonder's "Superstition." Something about that song makes me want to dance as soon as I hear it, and I've been exposed to the good side of Stevie Wonder, the side that prompted Barry to ask, "is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter-day sins; is it better to burn out or fade away?" I knew the goodness of "Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours," but that's nothing compared to how much I honestly love "Superstition." In case anyone was wondering, "superstition ain’t the way..."
"That's my puck, baby; don't you ever touch my puck!"
This weekend was a weekend of hockey; the Ice Cats beat Utah State 5-3 on Friday, and it was a KILLER game. Long Beach State beat the pants off of the Ice Cats on Saturday, though; it was actually painful to watch . It was so bad, in fact, that all the fans had left to cheer for were the semi-hard hits. Friday's game, though... sooo good. Oh - and I watched the Avs beat Dallas on Saturday night; that was a good game too, although without the stench of live games it's just not the same. I don't know if I like the adjusted rules, but I do love that the NHL is back. And I love that the college season has started.
Oh, the blissful goodness that is hockey...
"It's the times. They are a-changin'. Something's blowing in the wind. Fetch me my diet pills, would you?"
My mom just took off to go back to Gaudy Monstrosity after spending the afternoon down here in Provo with me checking out personal trainers. I've been fighting several pounds of pudge for quite some time, and while I've made a little headway, my parents offerred to pay for a personal trainer for my birthday, and I obviously took them up on that offer. We found one I like, and I start on Monday. Hopefully, three times a week for the next twelve weeks will make a real difference. Pudge-loss updates will follow.
"You are so good you made the Mathmos vomit!"
So... I just got back from seeing
Alkaline Trio and they were great.
My Chemical Romance bit the big one, though, and we ended up leaving early. The highlight of their set, interestingly enough, occurred just before they started playing when this girl hurled all over the place. The rapidity with which everyone moved out of the way was remarkable; the whole thing made me laugh. (And yes, THAT's how badly MCR sucked.)
Loved Alkaline Trio, though; they were really on, and their usual good selves. Yay.
"Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands, of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss."
So I was at the dentist this morning (which I actually don't mind as I'm into dental hygiene and my brother-in-law is my dentist) getting my teeth cleaned, and the music I heard while there was as follows:
- The Beatles - Hey Jude
- Ricky Martin - Livin' La Vida Loca
- Mr. Big - To Be With You
- Prince - 1999
- Guns N' Roses - Welcome to the Jungle
...in that order. I don't even know what to say about the randomness of that.
"And I never got comfortable... But the thing I learned from the whole Charlie debacle is that you gotta punch your weight."
Tonight I just ended this not-really-dating sort-of-seeing-each-other thing with this guy, and oddly enough, it's mostly just a big relief. Have you ever spent a month trying to figure out what to say to someone when the overall thought going through your mind is, "why is this guy spending time with me? He's out of my league, and I'm acting like an idiot..."?
The weirdest part about the whole thing was that while he was great on paper, in reality it was boring. He bored me, I was never interesting, and we didn't have anything to talk about. I'm sure he was interesting with other people, but... wow. Boring. If I could take the last guy I dated, and this one, and put them together, I'd probably have the perfect man.
Something else I realized last night was that I've only spent six months out of the last five years in a committed relationship. I'd like to say that's because I never really met people I wanted to commit to, but I wonder if there's something wrong with me. My most prevalent thought, though, is that I'm getting to be done with this whole dating thing. Can't the perfect man fall into my lap, woo me, and make it so all I have to do is say "yes" at the right times?
"Maybe a little picture of me in the liner notes..."
